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Harry blushed as he imagined the utter shock on his husband’s face when he will (reluctantly) tell him that. Alright, it was a little funny. But he couldn’t help it. Sometimes he thought it’d be nice if that could happen.

“You know, Tom,” Harry said from where he was laying on Tom’s chest, his husband’s long fingers carding through his hair. He felt his cheeks warm and mumbled the next words into Tom’s chest.

Tom furrowed his brows in confusion. What had Harry said just now? “Yes, love. What is it? Speak a little louder, darling.”

Harry wanted to drown. Where did that thought come from anyway? It was so embarrassing. But sometimes he couldn’t help but think along those lines when Tom fucked him so hard, so well that he couldn’t get up for days.

And the bastard liked to use the stupid plug to keep his cum inside. Yes, he liked it too but it was still embarrassing. Even other healers knew why sometime Harry Potter Riddle took off from work.

It was no secret what Head Auror Tom Riddle and his husband Harry Potter got upto. Two healers had even accidentally walked in on him and Tom once. Tom fucking him against the wall. What had made the situation worse was that one was his friend, Anthony Goldstein. He could only imagine what he’d looked like to Anthony and Gabrielle that time. His head thrown back, his legs on either side of Tom, his hands threaded in his boyfriend’s wavy hair as Tom pounded into him with vigor.

Gabrielle and Anthony had not been able to look him in the eye for two whole months without turning beet red.

“Well, that was quite a scene,” Gabrielle said, an amused grin on her face. “I wonder if my boyfriend will allow me to fuck him like that sometimes. He is so vanilla—”

Harry whined much to the amusement of his two friends and colleagues.

“Wow, Harry,” Harry wanted someone to kill him and put him out of his misery. He tried to glare at Anthony but the little shit just sniggered. They’d been friends for ten years, of course Anthony will not care.  “No, seriously, Harry. I didn’t know you were so damn flexible. Even Terry can’t bend that well.”

“Shut up,” Harry retorted without heat and buried his face in his hands. Merlin, he was so embarrassed.

They had no idea how flexible he was, Harry thought darkly.

Yes, he remembers very well how Tom had fucked him against the floor to ceiling windows of their apartment. Of course no one could see them, Tom and he were too bloody possessive of each other and had charmed the stupid thing. But the filth Voldemort had whispered in his ears as he’d thrusted inside him still sent waves of pleasure through his body.

“You are mine, aren’t you darling?” Voldemort whispered seductively in Harry’s ears, his voice low and soft as he stroked his boyfriend’s cock in time with his thrusts. Harry nodded with tears rolling down his cheeks, unable to form coherent words as Tom continued to hit his prostate with eerie accuracy.

“Use your words, darling,” Tom drawled as he bit the sensitive skin between Harry’s shoulder and neck making the green-eyed male moan even louder.

“I—I —ah,” Harry bit his lip to stifle his moan of pleasure as Tom dug his teeth in Harry’s neck. “I –I am only –yours!”

Tom’s eyes fluttered shut as those sweet words washed over him. No matter how many times Harry said it, no matter how many times he whispered the same between kisses at night, or between throes of passion, he still didn’t feel satisfied. It wasn’t enough. Tom knew it will never be enough.

He knew Harry Potter was his. Harry was his. He’d always been his, he will always be his.

He still needed to hear that Harry had forgiven him for everything. That despite what he’d done to him Harry still loved him.

“Tom, please, it’s you, it’s always been you.” Harry pleaded in his arms. “Please move.” He liked Tom’s cock inside him but he really really needed to cum. This wasn’t like those times Harry just sat on Tom’s cock as his boyfriend kissed and kissed him, only lazily thrusting inside Harry once in a while.

Voldemort grinned in Harry’s neck and snapped his hips forward again, determined to make Harry forget everything but him.

He groaned when Harry’s inner velvety walls clenched around his cock, the filthy, wet squelch, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, echoing in the room, making Tom unwilling to let Harry go ever again.

“You really do love me inside you,” Tom said in wonder as Harry rolled his hips back and his cock slid in even deeper.

“God, yes, Tom. just let me cum!”

Tom smiled to himself as his free hand moved up to gently tweak the hard nub, pinching the rosy nipple between his fingers. The action made Harry’s body jolt and Harry clenched even tighter around his cock, making Tom throw his head back in pleasure.

Tom looked with glazed eyes as his cum dribbled out of Harry. He didn’t even realize when he moved and spread Harry’s ass cheeks and licked his pretty, reddish pink entrance covered in his essence.

Harry yelled and braced himself against the glass panels as Tom’s tongue again lit up a fire inside him.

“Harry, Harry?” Harry blinked as he was pulled out of the pleasant memories by Tom’s voice. He’d never expected the former Dark Lord to agree to role play with him. Tom had always looked mortified when he’d made him read those explicit BDSM MM novels.

“Muggles minds can be pretty dirty it seems,” Tom said after he’d another novel. And no matter how dirty the novels were a small part of him wanted to enact these scenes with his boyfriend.

Harry snickered beside Tom and leaned up and kissed his cheek. Tom looked down with an amused smile playing on his lips as Harry again snuggled into his side. “That makes it all the better for us. They have some pretty kinky stuff which I’d love to do with you.”

Harry looked up and smiled gently when he saw Tom’s worried expression. “Hey, calm down. I am fine.”

Tom gave Harry a curious look before relaxing again and leaning back on the pillows. “What were you saying before, darling?”

Harry blushed and Tom gulped as he saw the sheepish expression on his husband. He never used legilimency on Harry so he didn’t know what his beauty was thinking, or why he was looking so bashful.

Harry knew there was no way to make it less weird so he just went and said it out loud.

“I want to have your babies.”

Tom blinked and Harry felt himself flush more when after a minute Tom still didn’t say anything. Tom was just looking at him as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.

Harry himself couldn’t believe he was thinking like this either. He was a male; he can’t have kids. Hell, he didn’t even want kids.

But then Harry remembered how he sometimes stopped Tom from pulling out, how he was completely okay with keeping Tom’s cum inside him. How sometimes he wondered what it would be like to have his and Tom’s child grow inside him.

“Harry—” Tom’s soft voice brought Harry out of his reverie. He glanced at Tom and he felt lightheaded as he noticed Tom’s heated expression. Anticipation build up in his stomach as the burgundy eyes of his husband started shining with lust and desire. Something which happened only when they confessed their love to each other.

“I know, I know we are both males,” Harry suddenly said, “and I know you don’t like kids.” Tom let out a chuckle and Harry noticed he now looked more amused than aroused. His eyes slowly losing the desire and going back to their normal warm red.

Harry grinned before continuing. “I’ve never cared about them either. It’s just,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to Tom’s collarbone, making the former dark lord’s breath hitch. He looked up from under his lashes and didn’t even realize his voice had taken a seductive quality. “I sometimes feel I would’ve been pregnant so many times if it was possible. the way you make love to me, fill me up with your cum—”

Tom pulled Harry to him so Harry was straddling him, he needed to touch Harry after hearing such arousing, sensual thoughts from his husband. Harry bit his bottom lip as he felt Tom’s arousal poking the cleft of his ass. He unconsciously rolled his hips and sucked in a breath when Voldemort’s hands on his hips tightened. “I just love you so much.”

Voldemort’s heart thudded in his chest and Harry’s eyes softened as he was again overwhelmed by his lord husband’s emotions. Their bonding ceremony had really entwined them together in every way. “To think I have our child growing inside me—”

Harry’s eyes fluttered shut as he imagined a baby with Tom’s features and his eyes. No, their eyes. A pleasant tingle ran through his body as he visualized that. He felt Tom’s fingers dig in his hips and he didn’t care. He opened his eyes and smiled softly at his love. “It feels me up with indescribable happiness.”

Harry averted his eyes as he saw the insane glint in Tom’s eyes.

Tom knew he had a bruising grip on Harry’s hips but he didn’t care. Hell, he hated kids, he really didn’t like them.

But the way Harry was talking about them—

“I just wanted our kid growing inside me. Something that we created, a part of you and me. A beautiful combination of us both.” Harry paused and Tom knew he was again looking vulnerable. The way Harry’s eyes had softened as he leaned in to press a kiss to his chin told him that. “I love you so much, Tom,” Harry whispered as he looked in his husband’s eyes. “Voldemort.”

Tom’s eyes widened as he heard his self-given name. “Tom Riddle, Voldemort,” Harry smiled gently and kissed him with utmost gentleness. “I love every part of you, darling.”

Tom felt something inside him shatter as he heard that and for the rest of the night, he showed Harry how much he loved him. Harry was unable to form a single coherent word that night and most of the morning.

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Tom caressed Harry’s hair before leaning down to kiss Harry’s head. Harry continued to sleep peacefully, a content smile on his face.

“I’ll grant you your wish, my love.” Tom grinned as he remembered reading about male pregnancies in wizarding world.

Most of the males who could get pregnant had Veela or Fae blood, the latter rarest of the rare.

Tom had a feeling his darling love, Harry was part fae and part veela.

In his travels he’d come across legends, stories about a fae, whose name no one knew but was said to be royalty among faes had mated with a man from Potter bloodline, rumored to be great great great great grandparent of Henry Potter.

It was also rumoured one of Iolanthe Peverell’s grandparents had Veela blood. So, it wouldn’t be wrong to assume Harry had both the magical beings blood running in his body.

They would have to test it to be sure, but Tom was certain he was right. Fae didn’t reach adulthood until twenty years of age. If he was right, Harry and he would have to be careful during making love.

If Harry hadn’t brought his fantasy up, he and Harry might have had a baby without even knowing. If he was being entirely honest, he hadn’t given much thought to Harry’s supposed revered blood before. He didn’t like or care for children. That was the cold hard truth.

He just loved his sweet, Harry, his darling husband. To him they were just suspicions, stories and thus not of any consequence.

Veela blood carrying males had to drink a potion to awaken their veela magic so to carry a child.

Harry was too beautiful, too handsome regardless of the fact he had veela blood or not. If he did, it would only make his wish to give birth to their child true.

With his fae blood, there was no way Harry wouldn’t get pregnant, not with how active their sexual life was.

Apart from males carrying Veela and Fae blood, the only ones who could bear children were certain males among werewolves called Omegas.

Omegas were so rare, so few, that the only other magical being more elusive than them were faes. The alphas, the dominant mates of those omegas were notorious for tearing apart anyone who even looked at their omega with bad intentions.

Most alpha wolves didn’t even like healers looking at their omega mate. That’s how protective they were of their mate.

And with good reason.  

Very few males who were documented to have given birth didn’t feel certain loss in strength. Most would get tired easily for some reason after birth. 

The healers who studied male pregnancies weren’t sure what was the reason, it wasn’t that their magic was affected in the slightest.

They just got sleepy, tired quickly, preferring to just stay at home.

Their strength gradually returned to them but it took time. Even a decade in some cases.

But if Harry wanted to give birth to his child. He’ll make sure that happens.

If he can undo time itself, a menial thing like loss of strength is not going to defeat him.

Harry was shocked when he learned that males could get pregnant. He didn’t know that was the case and he was astounded that he hadn’t known about it till then since he was a healer.

Tom then told him about the history of male pregnancies and why only the information was available to healers during their fifth year of training.

Since there was no discrimination against a person being with their own gender, most people didn’t really make a big deal even if some males could pregnant.

“You stayed with me for a year, my love, after you graduated from Hogwarts,” Harry blushed and tried to hide his face in his husband’s glorious naked chest. He heard Tom chuckle and couldn’t help but smile himself. That had been a wonderful year. He’d mostly stayed at Slytherin manor and they’d christened the manor, even the orchard. He and Tom had even made love at his parents’ place.

His father hadn’t been able to keep the secret from him for too long. James Potter had ended up laughing after a day after he’d seen him and Tom kissing in the garden. He and his mother had then told him with an amused smile on their face that they had heard something happening in his room.

Apparently, Tom had forgotten to renew the spell after six hours. Even his mother had a hard time stifling her laughter. That had been the first time Harry had actually seen an embarrassed Tom. Tom was usually so controlled but he’d ended up hiding his face in his shoulder when his parents had started sniggering whenever they saw them together after the revelation.

Harry frowned as a thought came to him. He hadn’t even asked Tom if he was okay with having a baby. Harry felt as if a bucket of ice water had just been emptied on his head. He glanced at his husband with apprehension and Tom’s smile immediately disappeared.

“Harry? What’s wrong?” Tom didn’t understand why Harry was looking so anxious suddenly.

Harry lowered his head and apologized for his enthusiasm. “I am sorry.” He clenched his hands tightly and resolved to not let a tear slip. He hadn’t even asked Tom anything. How can he even expect Tom to be okay with this when he knew how much he loved him.

He loved Tom more than any imaginary kids and putting Tom through even more agony wasn’t something he was willing to live with. He’d suffered enough. How could he even think about a kid when it will take a toll on his health. It will slowly kill Tom from inside to see him in such a fragile state.

Tom was bewildered. Why did Harry look close to tears? He gathered Harry in his arms and his eyes widened in shock when Harry continued to mumble he was sorry. Tom still didn’t understand and did what he knew best. He didn’t let go and continued to gently card his fingers through Harry’s hair, whispering that everything was fine.

When Harry calmed down after a while, he told Tom the reason behind his breakdown. Tom felt his heart clench and tugged Harry closer. He covered Harry’s face with kisses until he felt Harry shaking with laughter. When he leaned back, he smiled in relief as he saw the soft look in Harry’s eyes.

“I am sorry. I don’t want any kids. I just want you.” Harry caressed his husband’s cheek, his heart overflowing with affection. “I only want you.”

Voldemort closed his eyes to revel in the moment, to absorb the words his loving husband had just uttered. When he opened his eyes, he gave Harry a brilliant smile. “I love you, Harry. and I’ll give you your wish.”

Harry looked confused but Tom just gently stroked his cheek with the back of his hand. “You are right, I would never ever want to see you in danger.” Harry nodded with a smile on his face. “I know.”

“But, darling you re forgetting who I am.” Tom cocked his head to a side and smirked. “You are the only one who knows who I am.”

Harry’s brows rose in surprise as Tom gave him a sly grin. When Harry still didn’t understand what Tom was getting at Tom pulled him back to his side, making Harry laugh.

Harry grinned, content to feel Tom beside him. His eyes fluttered shut when Tom dropped a kiss on his head. This. This is what he wanted for life, for Tom to love him and care for him, to be by his side. He didn’t really care for kids.

“I changed time itself, Harry.” Harry was brought out of his pleasant musings by Tom’s soft tone. Harry felt his pulse quicken as he realized what Tom was getting at. He slowly raised his head to look at Tom and sucked in a breath when he saw the gentle expression on Tom’s face.

“I’ll make sure you don’t experience any loss of strength. You won’t feel tired. I promise you that. With your blood, I doubt you’d feel loss anyway but I’ll still do my part to make sure such a situation never happens.

Tom looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing. “I never read the records fully since I didn’t really care but I had skimmed through them.” He smiled and Harry felt his heart flutter. Tom never failed to make him feel like a love stuck idiot. “I’d always been fascinated with every branch of magic. I did read it but I wasn’t really interested in it so the details are a little vague.”

Tom smiled wryly and Harry blinked at his husband. “Before you, Harry I hated even the thought of emotions and feelings.” His smile turned wistful as he continued and Harry knew what Tom was about to say. He didn’t like when Tom got so sad. “I didn’t even think I was capable of genuine affection, care—” the former dark lord shook his head as he continued. “Love.”

He turned to Harry and Harry felt his chest tighten as he saw the agony in his beloved’s ruby eyes. “I didn’t think I could feel after knowing how I was conceived. I am a child born from artificial love.” Tom’s voice turned very soft. He looked away. “I can’t love. That’s the curse of people born under the influence of amortentia. They are incapable of feeling tender affections. I was punished for what my mother did to my father.”

Tom paused as he felt tiny droplets fall down on his arm. he didn’t want to look at Harry. He knew what he will see and that’ll only make him thousand times worse. But he also knew he was incapable of not looking at his love. He turned to Harry and clenched his hands as he saw Harry’s state. Tears were sliding down Harry’s cheeks like tiny rivulets.

Again.

What kind of monster was he anyway? Why did he always have to make Harry cry? He’d promised himself he will never let Harry cry again but it seems no matter what he did, one or the other way Harry ended up crying because of him.

“Harry—” Tom was cut off by soft press of lips to his. His eyes widened in shock when Harry deepened the kiss and climbed in his lap.

Tom couldn’t do anything but pull Harry closer. He felt Harry lick his bottom lip shyly before asking for entrance which he gave all too willingly. Harry’s hands found purchase in his hair while his tongue mapped the inside of his mouth making him groan in pleasure. He took control of the kiss which Harry was all too happy to give to him.

Harry moaned as Voldemort broke the kiss and peppering his jaw with light bites and kisses, murmuring softly how much he loved him.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me, Harry,” Voldemort softly whispered before lowering his mouth to Harry’s neck and kissing the soft skin at the bottom. He felt a shudder go through Harry at his action and felt his cock throb in want when his love's fingers scratched his head. He gently licked the delicious skin before going on to suck a bruise which made Harry mewl.

Harry couldn’t understand how Tom could think he didn’t have feelings.

Maybe it was true.

Maybe he was the exception, the only one Tom could ever love. Because Tom loved him just like he loved him and that was the only truth he knew. Amortentia or not, Tom loved him and that was what mattered to him.

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“So, you are okay with having a kid,” Harry asked his husband, his eyes showing his hesitance.

Tom nodded and gave Harry a long look before gently taking Harry’s hand in his and bringing it to his lips. He laid soft kiss on his fingers, relishing in the way Harry’s breath hitched.

“A kid with you, to see you nurture our child in your body and carry them for months,” Harry was turning red by the minute and Tom’s eyes crinkled in amusement as he continued. “Yes. I will find a way to make sure you experience no discomfort in any way or form.”

Harry leaned in to Tom’s side, his eyes fluttering shut, content in the knowledge that Tom will always love him and be with him.

Tom laid a kiss on Harry’s head, tightening his hold on his husband. He had work to do.

Voldemort first gathered all the books and medical scrolls which had the information or mention of the males who had gotten pregnant from his personal library.

Some healers and potioneers had theorized in their writings that the loss of strength was a common thing in pregnancies. It didn’t happen to everyone but it wasn’t rare or unlikely. All they needed to know for sure whether it was really related to magic, since a magical baby required magic which normal babies didn’t.

Most of them thought that was the case, since magic of faes, veelas and omegas was quite different from wizards and witches. When they mixed, it wasn’t wrong to believe that had lead to sleepiness and exhaustion.

No record existed of full blooded fae or veela males when they were pregnant. But it was seen less than handful of omegas had experienced any loss of strength.  

Tom knew he wouldn’t have to put in too much effort into finding the truth. The answer was actually there just not clear. Neither will the potion be that difficult, nothing was for him.

Maybe some other scrolls had more information, he had not given much thought to the writings when he’d first seen them. He didn’t care about kids or Merlin forbid feelings so he had just forgotten about it.

Harry pouted and gave Tom his Bambi eyes when he learned his husband will have to leave for at least two weeks to gather all the necessary information. Tom just rolled his eyes in fond amusement and gently reminded him to take care of himself and their family: Magnus, Hedwig, Nagini and Callum. Harry gave him a radiant smile before kissing him and promising to take care of himself and their family.

When Tom left, Harry wondered if he should go and visit Luna, Cedric and Roger. It’d been a while since he’d seen his friends. And he really wanted to talk to someone. He had two days off, so he could stay the night at their place.

With that thought in mind Harry quickly called Cedric. As expected, Cedric was thrilled with the idea of him coming over.

“I miss you a lot, Harry. Just as much as Luna and Roger. I am glad you’ll be staying over for two days. I am still at work so I’ll pick up food from a restaurant and give Neville, Susan, Anthony and Terry a call too.”

Harry snickered as he heard his friend. “You aren’t a legilimens Cedric. How’d you know I was about to suggest the same?”

Cedric smiled as he heard Harry. “We know each other quite well, Harry. Don’t worry. I’ll call everyone. I am just happy you’ll be spending time with us.”

Harry grinned; he really had missed his friends. “Me too, Cedric.”

Harry gathered Luna in his arms as soon as he came out of the fireplace and kissed her cheek much to the amusement of her partner and boyfriend, Roger. Roger was looking at his girlfriend and best friend with a fond look on his face. Harry was the reason he and Cedric had finally gathered the courage to ask Luna out. And maybe the reason Luna even agreed. He doubted she would have had Harry not trusted them and encouraged her. He will always be grateful to Harry.

“I missed you too, Harry.” Luna grinned as Harry gently brushed his forehead with hers, making her chest fill with warmth.

Luna smiled softly at her friend who looked so so happy. Harry was practically radiating joy and that more than anything made her heart sore in happiness. Harry and Neville will always be important to her, as much as Roger and Cedric were.

She was glad Harry had Tom Riddle by his side. He was the reason for Harry’s happiness. He had filled his life with so much joy that Harry was practically glowing with happiness. No wonder her sweet friend was the envy of the wizarding world.

Only the healers at St Mungos didn’t despise Harry. Otherwise from what she’d heard from her partners, many people  disliked Harry. But not one person could do or say a thing. No one wanted to die a painful death and end up in a ditch somewhere. People weren’t dumb enough to go after the husband of the Heir of Slytherin. Tom Riddle will literally slaughter someone if they even thought ill of Harry. He’ll tear them apart.

As he should.

She couldn’t understand why some people thought that they were owed something. Tom Riddle did not owe anyone anything. Tom and Harry were each other’s and no one can ever come between them.

“It’s been such a long time, Luna,” Harry said, his eyes shining with happiness. He glanced at Roger who had now come to stand beside his girlfriend and smiled wistfully. “Sometimes I ignore you all for Tom.”

Roger’s eyes softened as he heard Harry. Merlin, why would Harry think that? They’d met only a month ago. He was too nice for his own good. “Harry, love. Why do you say that? We met a month ago.”

Harry shrugged and grinned wryly. “We used to meet every weekend, Davies.”

“Well, I would have been angrier if you’d left Tom for us. He’s your husband and has much more right on you than us.” Luna suddenly said. Harry and Roger both blinked at that.

Luna just smiled and headed inside her apartment.

There was something about Tom Riddle that was too much for anyone to bear. It seemed to her that something had happened to Tom which had literally turned him into a living dead.

But whatever it was, it vanished when Harry was with him. Harry was his light and joy and she was glad Harry had such a loving husband. She hoped they would stay happy for eternity.

The way he looked at Harry, she didn’t think lovers looked at each other like that. That gaze had too much love and care in it. She’d only ever seen one other person with that look, it was the same look Harry always had for Tom. They really were born for each other.

Luna and Harry settled on the couch as Roger went to get them all drinks. The three talked for a while about Roger’s work in the ministry who told them he loved working in the Department for International Magical Relations.

“Remember when we went to Wellington for our trip?” Roger said, a fond look coming on his face as he remembered how special that trip had been for the three of them. That was the first time he and Cedric had made love to Luna together. She was still very reluctant to let them both love her but slowly she was coming around.

Luna blushed and Harry’s eyes widened as he remembered Luna telling him, Susan and Neville what exactly had happened on that trip.

“Hey, no teasing my friend when I am here,” Harry said suddenly. He glanced at Luna who gave him a grateful look. He nodded at her, conveying he had her back.

Roger blushed himself when he remembered what he had been thinking. “Uh, right. sorry.” He then remembered what Anthony had told him and arched a brow at Harry.

Harry blinked. “What?”

“Well, we could always talk about you and Tom. Anthony did tell me how he ran into you one time with Fleur’s sister—” Harry blushed furiously as he remembered that day.

“Shut up!” Harry groaned as he buried his face in his hands. Of course, Fleur Delacour Weasley was Roger’s friend. Gabrielle must have told her sister she ran into auror Riddle and his husband, Harry Potter.

Luna put a hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder and gave him a stern look. Roger sighed as he saw the cold look in those blue eyes. “Fine. Merlin. You two are prudes. You have no qualms in letting your partner know how much you enjoy them but you can’t talk it among friends.”

Deathly silence followed Roger’s statement.

Roger raised his head to look at Harry and his girlfriend and promptly face palmed. The two could not turn any redder than they were at the moment. Both Harry and Luna looked minutes away from either leaving the room or hitting him.

“I think it’s time you went and made some lunch for us, Davies,” Luna said in a very quiet voice.

Roger nodded quickly and dashed in the direction of the kitchen. Harry and Luna looked at each other for a minute before bursting into laughter.

By the time they had controlled themselves, both were wiping tears of joy from their face.

“Seriously, though. You must have made love to Tom in a very provocative position, Harry,” Luna said after a while. “Anthony could not stop blushing while he was telling us how he ran into you and Tom.”

Harry grinned to himself and his heart filled with happiness at the thought of Tom. “Yeah, we lost control that day. You can’t imagine what we did in our room that evening.”  

Luna smiled fondly at her friend whose whole face lit up at the mention of Tom. “I am glad to hear that.”  Her eyes widened as she remembered what had happened to Anthony. “Did you know Terry forbid Anthony to come near him for two weeks after those two tried having sex in the exact same way you and Tom did. Apparently, Terry was not amused since he had to take two days off from work.”

Harry threw his head back and laughed. No, Anthony had failed to mention that to him. He’ll ask them about it later at night. Harry wrapped his arm around Luna and pulled her to his side.

“Luna, they are treating you like a princess, right?” He knew Cedric and Roger were great but it never hurt to ask.

Luna nodded with a soft smile on her face. “They are very gentle, Harry. Even when they are rough, they make sure I am alright.”

Harry grinned as he heard that. It seemed Voldemort and his friends are similar in that way. Tom was always so careful with him even when they had rough sex on the floor or in bathroom. Or against the wall or windows. “I am glad to hear that.”

When his friends arrived in evening, Cedric and Neville hugged harry fiercely even though Harry had talked to Cedric in morning and met Neville and Susan at a café a week ago.

Then again, he and Cedric had always been closer than others. Just as he, Neville and Luna were.

“Harry, it’s so good to see you,” Susan said as she hugged her friend. “I am glad you called everyone. It’s been so long since we were all together.”

Harry nodded and went to embrace Terry and Anthony. He did not let go of Anthony quickly though. His friend quirked a brow at him which only made Harry grin wider.

“What’s this I hear about you being designated to the couch for two weeks?”

Anthony turned a pretty red while Terry spluttered much to the amusement of Susan, Neville and Luna.

“We are not talking about that.” Terry covered his ears with his hands. “I couldn’t walk for a whole day, damn it!”

Susan, Neville and Luna laughed as Anthony tried to hide his face in Harry’s neck.

“Damn it, Harry. This is revenge, isn’t it?”

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Harry simply patted his shoulder while throwing a wink at Susan and others. Cedric and Roger were setting the tables for all of them. He was sure the two would have to share one embarrassing moment too.

“Aww, come on. Neville and I pretty kinky too, you know. One time I gave him a blow—” Susan glared at her boyfriend who had turned beet red in embarrassment and put a hand on her mouth to shush her.

Anthony quickly perked up that and straightened immediately. He strolled to Susan and bodily removed Neville from her.

“Yes, Harry and I need the spotlight gone from us. We need more embarrassing stories. Share, Susan. now.”

Neville let out a strangled sound but Susan shrugged. Harry, Terry and Anthony were already embarrassed. It made sense for all of them to share at least one funny story.

“It was in a restaurant.”

Harry and Luna patted Neville’s shoulders who finally let out a sigh. “Damn it. You guys are mean.” But they could all see he was smiling too.

Soon Roger and Cedric called them all and the eight of them settled down for dinner  and dug into the take-out Cedric had brought. After the dinner was over and everyone had eaten the dessert which Luna had coincidentally prepared a day before, black forest a vanilla cake, did they again touch the topic of embarrassing stories. As it was only, Luna, Cedric and Roger were left.

The three blushed but Cedric finally relented when the other five said they’d all shared one, so it was only fair the three shared one story too.

“Fine. it was in our hotel room. We did it against the window of our room.”

Luna buried her head in Harry’s shoulder who fondly caressed her head. He was happy for the three of them. Cedric’s father had been quite adamant that he marry one woman and have a child straight away. But Mrs. Diggory had shot him down. Roger’s parents had been surprised too when they’d learned of their three-way relationship but in the end had agreed as long as the three stayed true to each other.

Luna’s father had been very very reluctant and had only agreed when he’d heard from his daughter’s mouth that she really did like the two men.

They all talked through the whole night, too excited to sleep or rest. It had been a long time since they’d all been together. Harry felt happy as he sat with his friends, exchanging stories and laughing with them. He missed Tom but he was glad he got to spend time with his friends, who were as good as his family.

Harry shared a glance with Cedric who was sitting beside him, his arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him to his side. “Don’t you wonder how nice it would be if Tom also joined us like this sometimes?”

Harry smiled softly to himself and nodded. “Yeah, that’d be nice. Though he will feel a little left out. I don’t want him to feel that way.” Tom only joined them for monthly dinners and Harry had been very surprised when at first all of his friends had presented themselves as if they were from long gone eras.

They had only dropped their correct mannerisms and formal speech when one day Tom had burst into laughter at their stiff postures.

“Please don’t do that. Be as you are with my husband. I want to get to know the real you as you are with Harry. Please don’t act like this again.”

After that whenever the nine of them met, they always had a good time. If Tom was always more considerate of Cedric, well that was between Harry and Tom.

Cedric nodded absently and dropped a kiss on Harry’s head. “Hmm, I guess you are right. He does have interesting stories to tell though.”

Harry laughed, shaking his head in amusement. His life was complete. He had Tom’s love, his family, his friends. He didn’t need anything else.

Tom looked at his husband who was sleeping soundly on the bed, a content smile on his face. Tom smiled softly before turning back to the parchment in his hand.

He’d been gone for mere five days but it had felt more life fifty days the way he had to restrain himself from disapparating back to Harry’s side the very day he’d left him.

The warm, sweet welcome he had received from his husband more than made up for the absence. Neither he nor Harry had left their bedroom for a week. His darling Harry even asked his parents and family to not disturb him for any reason much to their amusement. He needed to reacquaint himself with his husband and did not want any owls or anyone coming to Slytherin manor.

He was actually surprised that he’d been able to leave Harry even after being hit with full force of Harry’s Bambi eyes. Yes, he, the former Dark lord and Emperor of magical Britain had seen Bambi with Harry on one of their dates and he had seen the resemblance between the fawn and Harry. Though he and Harry sill liked Lion King more, his darling husband was a fawn as much as a baby lion.

Tom wasn’t even shocked when his patronus turned out to be a baby deer, a beautiful silver fawn because of Harry. He was more shocked with the fact that he could even produce one. He hadn’t been able to produce one before. He knew it was because Harry had given him so much happiness that he could produce one. Harry’s patronus was a an occamy and he understood its significance very well.

He glanced at his and Harry’s results on the bedside table and the sheet in his hand, describing the potion he’d come up with to counter the effects of lethargy. He cocked his head to a side.

As he’d thought, the potion itself wasn’t difficult to brew, the ingredients though were a different matter. Well, not for him since he had access to all four magical creatures whose tears, feather, venom, blood and horn would be required.

Nor were his assumptions about Harry’s nature, revered blood wrong.

Harry’s eyes widened a bit, not believing what he was seeing. Tom had told him about his suspicions. But seeing the proof with his own eyes and hearing about it are two different things.  He met Tom’s gaze who simply shrugged.

Harry James Potter

Father: James Fleamont Potter (Pureblood)

Mother: Lily Evans Potter (Muggleborn)

Blood status: Half Blood, partial Fae (Potter bloodline)

partial Veela (Peverell bloodline)

Marital status : Yes

Bonded to Tom Marvolo Riddle | Husband

Tom Marvolo Riddle | Voldemort

Father: Tom Riddle (Non Magic folk)

Mother: Merope Gaunt (Pureblood)

Blood status: Half Blood

Marital Status : Yes

Bonded to Harry James Potter | Husband

He had wondered if he should ask Magnus about the potion, His venom and tears would be needed for it after all. Maybe he had some knowledge about what he was trying to create.

When he had dueled Dumbledore at Hogwarts he’d gone with Harry to the Chamber of Secrets and freed Magnus as well. He’d asked for his friend’s forgiveness for leaving him there alone but Magnus had just licked his cheek fondly and forgiven him.

“You are happy, aren’t you, Tom?” Magnus asked his master who was standing beside a very good-looking young man.

Tom smiled softly. “Yes. Very much.”

Magnus looked at Harry Potter and lowered his head to him as well. If his master was happy, then there really wasn’t anything else that he cared about.  He hadn’t gotten the impression his master gave a damn about anyone. But if he liked the young man, he was happy for him.

It’s not like he was even awake for all these years, his master had nothing to apologise for. He was in deep slumber and only woke once every fifty years for ten days because of the spell Salazar had put on him. He would shed his skin, eat and go back to sleep. It was a routine he’d gotten used to but it’d be nice to be outside again, to breathe the fresh air.  Also, he liked eating fishes, squids and frogs, not dirty rats.

“Thank you for making Tom happy, mate of my master.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he answered Magnus. “of course.”

Tom touched the head of the basilisk and his friend disappeared. As soon as Harry and Tom disapparated, the Chamber started collapsing in on itself, never to be spoken about again.

Tom smiled as he remembered Magnus swimming in the lake beside the manor. Surprisingly Magnus got along well with Nagini and Callum. Even with Hedwig who liked sitting on his head for some reason. Magnus found it very amusing.

Harry’s family’s reaction to it was hilarious if he was being honest.

Both James and Lily Potter had a hand on their chest as if they were about to fall over when they first saw him. Snape had kept a firm grip on Regulus who had looked ready to faint like Harry’s parents.

Now Sirius and Rodolphus were different. He could see Orion’s son was awed but also terrified by the basilisk. Rodolphus had looked pleased to see it, saying basilisks were so rare this was actually a privilege to see with their own eyes, especially since he was a thousand-year-old one, Salazar Slytherin’s beloved pet.

And well, people died when they saw basilisks. To see one with their own eyes was a feat. His friend’s sons had turned out like him, Tom was happy to know.

Remus had looked intrigued but impressed nonetheless. His partner, younger Lestrange brother, Rabastan had asked him quite politely if he could just touch it.

Tom had to laugh when he heard that. Even Harry had shook his head, lightly laughing at his uncle’s request.

Suffice to say, Harry’s parents, Severus and Regulus had looked at Rabastan as if he belonged in a mad house for asking to touch Magnus.

Remus had grinned fondly at his husband, while both Sirius and Rodolphus had looked as if they wanted the same but didn’t want to say it.

Tom turned his attention back to the parchment in his hand, his eyes roving over the ingredients and method of creating the potion once again. The potion used phoenix tears and there was a possibility that five drops weren’t needed for it, two would suffice. In fact, if he wasn’t wrong in his theory, the potion should need basilisk venom and phoenix feather to cancel out the after effects of the poisonous herb.

Dragon blood and unicorn horn would make sure the male didn’t get tired easily. The medicinal plants and they would make sure of that. It wouldn’t take long to make it either. Just two weeks. It had to be left out in the sun for five days to take in the natural heat.

Tom decided then to talk to Severus Snape, his former death eater and loyal follower. He was again the youngest potions master.  Severus was very good at potions, not as good as him, but very good.

He will not take any risk with Harry’s health. Having a second or third opinion didn’t really make him feel less sure of his status as the greatest wizard ever to live. He will not gamble with Harry’s life and health for any reason.

He did wonder when he changed time and saw Severus if the man had ever been truly loyal to him. Something in Snape’s eyes had died when he’d learnt that Harry was dead. But he had stayed by the side of his friends and him and helped him take over the magical Britain. He didn’t think snape would ever trust him after he killed the muggleborn, Harry’s mother.

Whatever could have been or was didn’t really matter now though. That time no longer existed. He had rewritten it.

He was the only one who remembered that time. Well, Harry too but he only knew about it from his memories and their talks.

That time had only ever given Harry pain and grief anyway. He was the one responsible for a lot of it. It made sense for him to remember everything. It only made him cherish Harry all the more, to make sure he would never ever be hurt again. No matter what.

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Tom knew this was going happen but that didn’t mean he wasn’t amused to see Harry’s parents, his godfathers and his former Death Eater’s expressions. They looked shocked, surprised and happy after learning Harry wanted to give birth to their child, that he was one of the few who could.

Tom was sure he’d heard James moaning his sweet baby can’t give birth to another baby himself.

Severus had looked ready to faint when he saw his research on the  potion. He knew he was good but he couldn’t help but feel smug when Severus asked to sit down for a while after reading about his healing potion. Sirius and Remus’ husbands, the Lestrange brothers were quite calm. It seemed even in this life, Rodolphus and Rabastan were not fazed by anything he could do. Its like they thought it would be strange if he couldn’t do something. Their father must have told them some things. He was sure of that.

Sirius was patting James, giving in dry comments as to calm his best friend. Remus and Rabastan were discussing the potion, giving in their own thoughts.

James was still trying to come to terms with the fact he had Veela and Fae blood.

“Well, no wonder about the veela part, we are all good-looking people,” James said proudly much to everyone’s amusement, “but fae part has even me stumped. I didn’t think those beings existed!”

Tom grinned, catching Remus’ fond gaze and Rabastan’s eye roll. Harry should have stayed here. His family was taking the news quite well, they were good at dissolving the tension.

Harry had shut himself in their room after telling them his wish, refusing to be there for the rest of the conversation, he was mortified enough when he’d shyly admitted to wanting to have Tom’s child in front of his parents and the rest of his family (Sirius, Remus, Rodolphus Rabastan, Severus and Regulus).

“Basilisk venom, huh.” Snape nodded to himself, “that should be good enough to cancel the after effects of this particular plant.” He looked at Riddle, “you do realise it’s almost like only you could think of something like this. Basilisks are exceedingly rare.” He paused, “we might be the only ones to have seen one without dying. You and Harry are an exception, he is your husband and bonded to you in the ancient ways of wizard kind. Normal people don’t live to tell the tale.”

Tom smiled, “that is true, Severus.”

“Ah, my love is so intelligent, always laying facts out for everyone to understand,” Regulus draped himself on his partner who smiled a little at his statement, wrapping his arm around Regulus who grinned at the gesture. He turned back to Tom. “I’ll look more into it today, Riddle. I doubt I will find anything wrong but still.”

“We all will. We are all quite good at potions, son in law,” James added, an easy smile on his face. Lily, Sirius, Remus, Rodolphus and Rabastan nodded in assent.

“He is our beloved child.” Sirius said, a fond look in his eyes as he looked in the direction of the stairs where Harry had gone off to. “He is my heir as well, we’ll make sure your husband is absolutely safe, Riddle.”

Tom smiled slightly, for once not feeling regret in the company of Harry’s family.

Harry was really loved and that fact only made him happy for his husband, that his darling love had so many people who cared so much for him.

He was glad he was able to give Harry his parents and family back.

“You could have stayed, you know,” Tom said, leaning forward to lay a kiss on the side of Harry’s head, the gesture eliciting sweet sigh from the younger male. “I know, but it was just—”

He met Tom’s gaze and grinned sheepishly, “telling you is one thing but it’s completely different admitting that to my parents and family.”

Tom laughed, tugging Harry closer who happily snuggled into him. “Well, they took it really well. As I told you, they were very happy to provide any insight they could on the potion. They told you that themselves at dinner as well.”

Harry nodded, “I know they love me.” He smiled to himself, “I am happy they are my family.”

Tom’s eyes softened, “and I am happy I could give them back to you. My offer still stands. Our children may drink Elixir whenever they wish, and same stands true for your parents and family.” He smiled wryly, “you and I don’t need that, no matter what we have to say in public.”

Harry raised his head to meet Tom’s gaze, “I know you meant it. Wizard kind live very long, but it’d be nice if they could live even longer.”

Tom leaned down to lay a kiss on Harry’s head, “you need only say a word, Harry. I’ll grant whatever you wish.”

He could understand Harry’s desire to be with his parents and family as long as he could.

He and Harry were immortal. Truly immortal.

Harry was soul bonded to him through ancient wiccan wedding vows which made Harry immortal as well through his horcruxes. Of course, people thought elixir flowed through Harry’s veins like it supposedly did in his but that wasn’t the case.

Sometimes he thought he and Harry really had quite a few things to choose from for being immortal. Horcruxes, Elixir and Deathly Hallows.

He had been very shocked to learn he was actually the master of the Elder Wand and Resurrection stone while his darling husband had the Cloak of Invisibility. 

He had figured out what the cloak was after he had casually felt Harry’s cloak one day. It had the same markings as the  wand he had won from Dumbledore.

Then he had not stopped searching much to Harry’s dismay.

Reluctantly, Harry had pointed out that Peverell’s had the same rune mark as their family coat of arms. The mark present on the stone in the ring, on his wand and on  Harry’s cloak, a triangle enclosing a circle and a line bisecting them.

Tom had literally buried his face in his hands in mortification when he had seen the mark on the Resurrection stone. Harry was the one who had told him about it as well.

Next time when he’d met Dumbledore at the ministry the old man had just smiled kindly at him before apologizing and patting his shoulder.

“You deserve it, my boy. I wish nothing but best for you and your husband. May you and Harry be happy forever. I am not right about everything, Tom.” He smiled sadly, “and I am glad I was wrong.”

He’d been shocked when he hadn’t felt even a tiniest bit of anger. He had simply smiled and shaken Dumbledore’s hand.

“Dad was feeling very pleased at the dinner,” Tom turned to his husband who seemed to be hiding his smile. “About what, darling?”

Now that he thought about it, James had been smiling a whole lot today for some reason.

Harry snickered, “he is very happy to know he has the blood of faes and veelas. There really aren’t that many people who can say that.”

Tom grinned, “ah, he did say the same when you ran away.”

Harry glared at Tom for the comment which only made Tom smirk, his silver eyes shining in amusement. “Ah come on, sweetheart don’t look like that. You did run.”

Harry pursed his lips into a thin line, the action only making Tom laugh louder, “you are enjoying this way too much, Voldemort.”

Voldemort threw his head back and laughed, the beautiful sight making Harry smile too. He was happy to see Tom so carefree, so relaxed, so open with his emotions.

He shook his head and leaned in to rest his head on Tom’s chest. As long as he and Tom are happy, nothing else mattered.

Voldemort pulled Harry closer, leaning down to lay a kiss on his head.

Harry was the reason he was happy; the younger man was the only one who could ever make him smile from his heart.

Two days later, Snape handed the sheets containing the detailed method of the healing potion back to Tom.

“As we already knew, it’s perfect,” he looked at Harry and Tom and smiled wryly, “you really do care for our Harry very much, Riddle. It’s quite apparent.”

Harry ducked his head to hide his embarrassment as his father and mother embraced him, showering him with kisses, making Sirius, Rodolphus, Remus and Rabastan laugh. Regulus snickered at seeing the kid being hugged by James and Sirius next, both the men ruffling his messy hair.

“Of course I do.” Tom replied, his tone soft but conveying he meant every word.

Snape nodded, “well, its absolutely fine. We all went through it, there really is no way it wouldn’t work. Do you have someone in mind who could take it?”

Tom nodded slowly, a fond grin sliding on his face as Harry finally freed himself from his father and godfather’s embrace and came to sit next to Tom, making his parents and uncles laugh.

“I do actually. An acquaintance of mine,” Tom  shrugged, “he might know one or two omegas. Their alpha mates have agreed to take the potion on the condition they are tested first on Pegasi. As you know Pegasus can breed among their own sex too. The foal is born around nine months, same as humans. Another trusted friend of mine who works with magical creatures has offered to help, he’ll give the potion to the bearer Pegasus during the pregnancy and after to see it’s working as it should.”

“I know someone who could help too,” Rodolphus said, making Tom turn towards him. “I know a few veelas, well,” he grinned wryly, “wizards who are part  veela to be exact. I can contact them, few of them already had children, there is a good chance one or two of them might be expecting again.” He looked at his husband who was already looking at him, a fond smile on his face. Seeing Sirius happy made Rodolphus smile as well.

“Sirius and I can go and talk to them in person. They are good friends of mine. They’ll be happy to take the potion too once it’s been tested. Harry will be alright.”

“You don’t mean Andreas and Raphael, do you?” Rabastan asked, his arm casually draped over Remus’ shoulder.

Rodolphus turned to his younger brother, “yes, I am talking about them actually, and Gabriel and Ivan.”

“Huh.” Rabastan turned to his husband, a wide grin on his face, “what do you say, love? Do you fancy a trip to Switzerland and France to meet our friends?”

Remus’ eyes widened, “you want me to come as well? Wouldn’t it be better for you to go alone?”

Rabastan shrugged, “not really. They are good people, you only met them once at our wedding so it’s no wonder you don’t remember them. You can get to know each other. Not to mention you have to eat the truffles and souffles Ivan’s sister makes. They are just the best.” His gaze swept around the room, “in fact all of you can come, except for Harry and Tom of course.” His gaze landed on Severus, “you are the best out of all us at potions, Snape. They’d feel better if you were there too.”

Severus shared a look with Regulus who shrugged, “sure, we can go. We have a villa in Nice. We can stay there. James and Rodolphus both have properties in Interlaken, so we are all set.”

James nodded, “that’s not a bad idea actually, we haven’t gone out in a while.” He looked at his wife, “what do you say, Lily? Do you wish to go?”

Lily smiled, “of course,  it’ll only help them and our Harry.”

James’ grin widened, “exactly.” He glanced at his son, his eyes shining with mischief, “you and Tom better not get down to making any child while we are gone.”

The room erupted into laughter as Harry groaned, hiding his face in his hands. His husband’s quiet laughter only adding to his embarrassment and happiness.

He shyly glanced at his husband whose gaze was already on him, a soft, warm smile on his handsome face.

He really did love Tom so much.

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Tom glanced at the letter which had come nine months ago from his long-time acquaintance, Newt Scamander. His— friend was very happy to report that the Pegasi who had been given the potion were doing well, the males carrying the foals were in perfect health even after giving birth.

He then looked at the letters that had come from Fenrir, one of his pack member’s mate had been pregnant, and he had taken the potion. Rodolphus and Rabastan’s friends had written that they were surprised the potion worked so well. It was a happy coincidence Raphael and Andreas had been expecting and had readily made use of the potion once Scamander had sent his observations about the Pegasi.

As he’d hoped, the potion was working as it should. Not one of the males were experiencing any loss of strength or lethargy.

Harry and he could try now having a child now. His husband would be completely safe while carrying their baby.

The wizarding world shook again when the potion was made public by potioneers, giving full credits to the one who made it, Tom Riddle.

Head auror, Tom Riddle, gave an interview when questions didn’t stop being asked how and why he made it. He simply said that he hadn’t created the potion out of the kindness of his heart. He loved his husband and had only granted Harry’s wish.

The interview only made people respect Tom Riddle even more much to Harry’s annoyance and his family’s amusement. He just knew more people would come to dislike him now and shamelessly salivate after his husband.

He knew Tom thought everyone was akin to dust except for Harry but that still didn’t stop him from feeling upset.

Voldemort always laughed when he brought it up saying, the world could go up in flames and everyone could choke and he wouldn’t give a damn. He was the only one Tom cared for.

“That is one thing you will never have to worry about, Harry,” Tom gently stroked his husband’s cheek, revelling in seeing Harry’s dazed expression. “You and you alone matter to me, darling. Even when I didn’t understand these feelings, it was only you, Harry, who made me feel. My sweet, kind, lovely husband.”

“You are the only one I love, the only one I have ever touched, Harry. The only person I will ever want or care for. It’s always going to be you, Harry.”

Harry’s heart raced at the words, making Tom smile widely and lean down and brush his lips against too soft ones of his Harry.

Even knowing Voldemort didn’t give a damn about anyone except Harry, it didn’t stop him from feeling a bit angry. He ignored the looks sometimes directed at him, the envious, hateful glances but sometimes they got too much. He knew if he would tell his husband they bothered him, Tom would end up killing those people and Harry didn’t want that.

Why couldn’t some people just mind their own business? Why did they have to ogle other’s partners and glare at the ones they were married/bonded to?

Harry had shared his feelings with Remus and Sirius, too embarrassed to speak to his parents about it. He’d told the two how happy, how pleased he was by the fact that both Tom and he were virgins and had only ever been with each other. But he couldn’t tolerate the stares his handsome husband got while out with him in muggle world.

Sirius and Remus understood where Harry was coming from.

They didn’t bother correcting Harry though.

Since Harry was wrong about one thing, it wasn’t only his husband people ogled.

Harry was oblivious to his own stares since Tom’s menacing aura literally sent people away with their tail between their legs. Wizarding world populace had learned early that it was a bad idea to stare too much at Tom Marvolo Riddle or his husband, Harry Potter riddle. They knew what both the wizards could do.

Well, what Tom Riddle would do if anyone even looked at Harry or him for more than a minute. Some people were still shameless though and ended up giving their godson envious looks.

“It’s natural to feel like that, Harry,” Sirius ruffled Harry’s hair, “you love Riddle so it’s okay to feel like that.”

He laughed good naturedly, “I was worse than you when I heard the rumour Rodolphus and my deranged cousin would be engaged, it was just some family members of his and mine spreading nonsense but it still hurt to hear. Rodolphus and I got into such ugly fights then.”

His godfather sighed but Harry could see the affection in Sirius’s gaze, “I was only satisfied when Rodolphus and I got engaged and the ones who were whispering said rumours were slapped in the face with the announcement and later with our wedding.”

“The horrid bitch who was after him is shacked up with Mulciber and Dolohov now.” Sirius grimaced as if tasting something nasty. “Bellatrix always did like pressing herself to Rodolphus when we were in school much to my annoyance. He never gave her time of the day but Merlin, she is a pest! Glad she no longer lives here. Don’t even have to look at her.”

Harry blinked. This was interesting, he had never thought Sirius was that possessive of Rodolphus. The two bantered a lot but Harry always thought it was the elder Lestrange brother who was possessive of his godfather. His father always enjoyed teasing him so much; his mother, uncle Snape and Regulus always ended up laughing when James deliberately leaned into Sirius and Rodolphus fumed beside them, pulling Sirius closer to him and making his father laugh aloud and Sirius shake his head in amusement.

Remus nodded slowly at Sirius’s words, taking a sip from his beer. “You love each other, Harry, it’s okay to be possessive. In fact, it’s good you are.”

Harry turned to him and Remus gave him a warm smile. He recalled his own anger when someone got too close to Rabastan and shook his head.

“I don’t like when anyone gets too close to Rabastan either. Harry you are not wrong to feel upset. It’s just, don’t let it get to you when you know your husband is so faithful and devoted to you as Riddle is to you.”

Remus knew how hard it was to not be troubled when some witch or wizard tried to proposition his partner knowing he was married.

At least in Harry’s case people only glared at him. No one would ever approach either of them, not if they didn’t want to end up dead somewhere.  

Rabastan never really cared about the attention, always shutting down such offers with a caustic reply, but some women and few men still persisted.

Rabastan was always way too pleased whenever such incidents happened as he loved seeing Remus getting jealous over him.

“My husband actually likes me getting all riled up.”

Sirius’s lips quirked to a side, “he doesn’t like it when your students want your attention though.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Remus agreed, a soft smile on his face. He met Harry’s gaze, “would you believe he threatened to hex my students if they didn’t stop singing my praises?”

Harry’s eyes widened at the words. “What?”

Remus shrugged, “he never did it but yes, he does get quite distressed when it happens. It’s like he can dish out but can’t take it.”

Harry laughed, feeling much better now. He was happy to know he wasn’t being too weird. He was in the right to feel anger towards those shameless people.

He was glad he opened up to Sirius and Remus. He really really didn’t want to talk to his parents about it. They knew enough about his and Voldemort’s sex life. Maybe next time he will ask Luna, Cedric, Roger and Rodolphus and Rabastan.

He knew uncle Snape and Regulus literally insulted people on the face, maybe that was the only way to avoid such things.

Some people needed to be told to their face to back off.

As Harry turned in his application for leave for two weeks, his superior sighed, giving him a knowing glance which made Harry duck his head in embarrassment. His head of department, Mr Woods always smiled in amusement or sighed whenever this happened.

His was at least a nice reaction.

Harry sometimes thought a few coworkers of his at St Mungos hated him for taking so many leaves. The way some of them glared at him or shook their heads in disappointment made him feel a bit uneasy.

He was a good healer and children and mothers in maternity and children’s ward were always happy with him. They liked him a lot. He was good at his job.

It wasn’t his fault he was unable to stay away from his gorgeous husband and ended up taking trips throughout the world with him. He needed the off days.

Sometimes they had sex on beach, sometimes in the hotel rooms they stayed, and once or twice he’d even gotten Tom off at a restaurant much to Tom’s embarrassment. It was good they were in a private booth otherwise Harry knew he would have never done such a thing. The expression on his love’s face after he’d swallowed his release was something he’d treasure forever.

It was so unfair some people got upset about it. Harry never reacted so unprofessionally when he had to do extra shifts when they took leave. Talk about wanting privilege for themselves but turning their noses when others were given the same. Thank Merlin the annoying ones were only a handful.

Harry mapped Tom’s chest with his mouth and hands, laying sweet, gentle kisses on his torso after another round of fantastic sex.

He didn’t know how long it would take for the potion to take effect but he had no qualms in trying for a baby every other day much to Tom’s amusement.

“Harry, we did it four times in a row,” Tom said with mirth shining in his ruby eyes. “Take some rest.”

Harry shook his head, “no. I don’t want rest. I just want to kiss you.”

Tom laughed and shifted them carefully so that Harry was under him. he quirked a brow in question and Harry again gave him a sweet smile before pulling him down, calm washing over him as tom again pressed their lips together in another gentle kiss.

“Ah, so that’s how it works.”

Voldemort gathered the slick at Harry’s entrance, wondering who was it among faes, or part faes to have let out that information. It was rumoured male faes who wished to bear were able to get wet like omegas, since Harry is around twenty years of age, the time faes reached maturity, it made sense for Harry to produce slick now.

“Tom. What is it?”

Tom met his husband’s gaze, who was looking at him with familiar fondness. They’d already made love twice and neither had noticed this as Tom had already murmured the spells. He had wanted to finger Harry first this time before sliding his cock inside his velvety heat.

He has discovered something intriguing in the process.

“We should talk after this, darling,” Tom gently gathered the slick on his fingers, sliding one gently inside his pink entrance.

“Ah, alright!” Harry moaned as Tom grinned, scissoring his fingers inside his inner walls.

Harry would blush adorably when he learns about this.

Voldemort laughed as Harry refused to raise his head from the crook of his neck, doing his best to not look at him directly.

“You’ll have to look at me sometime, darling,” Tom gently caressed Harry’s back, trailing his fingers down to where he was still sheathed in his love’s tight, wet heat.

Harry moaned softly, biting Voldemort’s shoulder as his husband lightly slapped his right ass cheek, then gently caressed the reddened flesh. “I don’t know why you are embarrassed. Your blood only granted you your desire to have our children.”

“Yes, yes, shut up,” Harry reluctantly lifted his head and leaned back, shifting a bit. Another mewl left him as Tom’s cock slid deeper inside him, sloshing his cum inside him.

Voldemort only smiled smugly, thrusting deeper, he was still hard even after spilling inside Harry so many times. Harry could feel his slick and Tom’s cum sliding down his thighs. “You are enjoying this, you are very mean.”

Tom laughed, bringing Harry closer and taking his mouth in another heart stopping kiss.

No, he just liked being connected to Harry. To know his husband was safe and content in his arms.

After two full weeks of enthusiastic sex, Harry finally got his wish.

Harry felt his heart fill with joy as he saw the parchment holding his results. Tears gathered in his eyes as he again read the words in front of him.

There was life growing inside him. A tiny precious part of him and Tom. Life he and Tom had created with their love and affection for each other.

Harry didn’t even realise as his feet carried him to the couch. He sat down, grinning and crying simultaneously. He was just so happy. He couldn’t contain his joy.

That evening Tom wasn’t prepared for the banquet that awaited him on his return from work. He didn’t know what had happened to make Harry so pleased that he had literally gone all out and made enough food for six people.

“Harry? What—” Tom stopped mid-sentence when he saw Harry come out of the kitchen. There was a certain softness on his features that day which made him look even more delicate than usual.

Before Tom could think more about the reason why Harry had given him such a radiant smile, he found himself in Harry’s embrace. Harry looped his arms around his neck and he went with the flow and bent down a bit to Harry’s level so Harry could do what he wanted. Which was it seemed to kiss the living daylights out of him.

Tom returned the kiss of his husband with equal desire and reverence even when he felt his heart was trying to beat out of his chest. Somehow, he could feel there was something different about Harry that day but he couldn’t quite place what was the reason for the change. He was about to ask what had happened when Harry broke the kiss and put some space between them.

Tom looked at Harry curiously and his eyes widened in surprise when Harry gently grabbed his hand in his and then slowly brought it to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on it. Tom gulped and a pleasant tingle ran down his spine when Harry gently placed his hand on his flat and toned stomach. Harry in that moment looked so vulnerable when they locked gazes again that Voldemort didn’t know what he should do or say.

He was blank. There was only only thought in his mind.

He knew why Harry was so happy.

“Tom, you are going to be a father, my love.”

Voldemort knew that was the case but he still froze for a moment as Harry’s words registered in his brain.

Of course.

That was the reason behind the change in Harry’s magical aura. He just hadn’t been able to guess the change had come because Harry was now carrying their child.

His and Harry’s child. Tom thought dazedly, a warm and pleasant feeling settling in his every nerve.

Something he’d created with Harry who will be just as good and beautiful and kind and strong like his Harry, just as fearless and relentless like him.

Voldemort wasn’t even conscious of when he closed the gap between him and Harry and gently gathered his lovely husband in his arms who put his arms around his neck naturally. Harry tried to meet his gaze and Voldemort smiled softly at him before placing a chaste kiss on his head.

Harry’s whole countenance changed and Voldemort felt content as Harry relaxed in his arms.

“I am glad you are happy, Harry.” He then gave Harry a radiant smile which made Harry blink in confusion at him.

“And I’ll show you just how happy I am that you are pregnant with my child. I promised to grant your wish. I fulfilled it.”

Harry blushed and Voldemort grinned at his husband’s bashful expression. He’d lost count how many times they’d become one, made love in the most primal ways possible, worshipped each other’s bodies till they forgot the world around them.

And still Voldemort knew it wasn’t enough. He was right in his assessment that it would never be enough. He glanced back at the glass dining table and smiled softly before tightening his hold on Harry and murmuring the spell to preserve Harry’s well-prepared feast. He and Harry will enjoy the food later.

Harry whimpered as Tom placed gentle kisses on his chest before moving to his belly.

Harry unconsciously tugged at Tom’s curls to move him down to his cock and dripping entrance. When he realised Tom was only looking at his abdomen reverently, he felt heat pool in his stomach and wiggled his toes in anticipation. The way Tom was looking at him was how he looked when they had rough and dirty sex against the walls, in the orchard among fruits and  flowers or in the bathroom, shower raining down upon them, the wet squelch of Tom thrusting in and out of him echoing around them, Harry bracing himself against the walls of the bathroom or tree trunks.

Before Harry could tell Tom to please move, he let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he felt Tom’s long fingers reverently touch his abdomen.

“Your and my child, our child—” Voldemort whispered in a dazed tone before raising his head to lock his ruby gaze with Harry’s emerald. Harry was flushed and his creamy skin was shining with perspiration in soft moonlight. Harry looked so delicate and fragile in that moment that Voldemort still wondered how Harry had come to love him so much.

“Tom, what—” Voldemort didn’t give Harry time to say anything and pressed his cheek to his husband’s stomach and nuzzled the soft skin. He felt Harry’s whole-body shudder in pleasure and felt a thrill run down his own spine as he felt the child’s magic. A beautiful combination of his and Harry’s magic. Soft and warm like Harry’s and enchanting and seductive like his.

He slowly raised his head and placed a soft, tender kiss on the ivory skin before caressing it gently, tenderly. How did he create something so pure with Harry?

Tom frowned and cut his train of thought when he heard a sob. he immediately leaned back and glanced up in Harry’s direction.

Why was Harry crying? Harry had a hand on his mouth, trying to quiet his sobs. His emerald eyes were full of tears. Tom felt his heart clench and did the only thing he could. He rose and gently pulled Harry to him so they were flush against each other.

Harry’s cheek was resting on his chest and he felt his heart ache and his broken soul cry in protest as he felt tears on his naked chest. Why was Harry crying suddenly? His hands threaded through the messy locks of his husband to calm him down.

Harry didn’t know why Voldemort’s actions had brought tears to his eyes but he knew for certain that Tom will love their child as much as him. No matter how Tom was conceived, he loved Tom and Tom loved him and they will give their child all the happiness Tom himself never received. Tom will not be punished for his mother’s crime.

“Of course I will, Harry,” Harry whimpered as Tom’s rich, melodious, soothing voice caressed his skin. He dazedly leaned back to look at Tom and felt his pulse quicken when he noticed the tenderness in Tom’s eyes.

“The child is yours and mine,” Tom raised his hand to stroke Harry’s cheek and smiled again. “How can I not love them?”

Harry nodded and gave Tom a watery smile. Tom’s hand lowered to Harry’s neck and Harry felt heat pool in his belly as he noticed the look in Tom’s eyes. Before he could say anything Tom gently lowered him back on the bed.

Harry soon forgot everything when Tom muttered a quick charm to make sure, he was safe and lifted his legs, exposing his most intimate parts of his body to his husband. He whined when Tom gently rubbed his dripping entrance, gathering the slick between his fingers, coating his cock in his slick and his own pre cum generously before sliding inside him.

Harry’s eyes fluttered shut as his inner walls clenched around the thick girth that never failed to bring him pleasure. He rolled his hips once and Tom’s teeth dug in his neck, the sensation making liquid fire pour in his veins. The combined pleasure of Tom’s mouth on his neck, his large, thick veiny cock inside him and his strong hands caressing his thigh and back was always too much for him.

Tom alternated between kissing his jaw or neck, sometimes sneaking in a bite to his collarbone, caressing and kneading his his hips as he lazily thrust inside him. Harry liked this position when he was in Tom’s lap, he liked it as much as when his legs rested on Tom shoulders and Tom roughly pounded at his sweet spot, the obscene sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the wet squelch of their combined fluids filling their bedroom.

Tom always moved his legs gently to change the angle and increase the pace of his thrusts so as to hit his prostate even more thoroughly and make him see literal stars.

Sometimes even their bed rattled ominously against the walls from the force of Tom’s thrusts.

There was a reason they’d broken five beds till now. Harry couldn’t remember much the next morning of how he and Tom came to be wrapped up in each other on the bedding on the floor. He'd always been blinded by white hot pleasure at night that Tom never failed to elicit in him. He ended up sleeping after being fucked to within an inch of his life by his husband.

“Why are we on floor, Tom,” Harry asked softly, suppressing a yawn. Why weren’t they on bed?

Tom’s answer was only a fond smile. “Turn back and see for yourself.”

Harry rubbed his eyes to clear his vision and turned around to see what Tom was talking about. Harry felt himself flush as he noticed the state of the bed.

“Oh. right.” Harry didn’t really know what he should say.

Tom rose slowly, ruffling his hair before waving his hand to repair the broken bed.

Harry knew with pregnancy their desire for each other will only increase which was a very good thing in Harry’s book. Just the thought of Voldemort’s cock inside him was enough to make him a sappy mess and Tom a possessive bastard. He wailed as Tom thrust in particularly hard from behind him, his one arm laid over Harry’s stomach, the other gently splayed over his chest, murmuring sweet words in his ear.

It seems they’ll have another broken bed today.

Harry smiled happily in Tom’s lap when Tom fed him the chicken dish he had prepared. He chewed the meat and moaned as the flavour flooded his mouth. He really was a good cook, it wasn’t surprising since his father and mother were great at cooking as well.

Tom grinned fondly as he took in Harry’s features, his eyes closed and a blissful expression on his face as he chewed the chicken. Well, this reaction was to be expected. Harry was very good at cooking. He really couldn’t blame his husband if he wanted to savour every bite of the meal. He did the same as well.

Tom quirked a brow at his husband and kept the macaron away from his love. Harry gave him his best doe eyes but Tom didn’t fall for it. He popped the raspberry sweetness in his mouth earning himself a glare from his husband.

“You are unkind, Tom,” Harry huffed and looked away. That was the last macaron. The least Tom could have done was share it with him.

Harry yelped when he felt Tom’s tongue licking his bottom lip and unconsciously opened his mouth to let it slide in. He moaned when he tasted the macaron on Tom’s tongue and deepened the kiss, letting Tom mapping the inside of his mouth.

Tom couldn’t help but feel delighted as Harry sweetly moaned into the kiss him. Harry really was lovely. 

Harry’s brows rose in surprise as he noticed the plate of macarons, a slice of treacle tart and a ice cream sundae on his bedside table an hour later. He glanced at his husband who just winked at him.

“You know I can never be unkind to you, darling. Never to you, Harry.”

Harry just smiled goofily and leaned in closer to kiss Tom’s cheek. Tom laid his arm around his shoulder to keep him from moving. Harry closed his eyes to rest for a while, content to to sit just like that beside Tom, listening to the sounds of the movie playing on screen.

This was bliss, him and Tom together and happy beyond measure.

“We are having twins? Boys?” Tom asked Harry in a surprised tone. Twins were rare in magical world.

Harry nodded happily and showed him the result. “See. I did the test myself and since I know I am the patient here I even asked Anthony and Gabrielle to give me a thorough check up.”

Tom took in Harry’s features who was looking at his abdomen with a lovely smile on his face. He felt his heart fill with warmth as he saw Harry’s soft expression. Harry really was pleased with this pregnancy, for a chance to give birth to their children. 

He was happy he could make Harry’s wish come true.